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Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.


This one finished second in the Sydney to Hobart yacht race (and managed to avoid getting eaten by a shark).


This one didn't even enter the race (it may have had its keel eaten by a shark).


This one was ineligible for the race (anti-shark missiles fitted to the stern).


This one was the real winner for the day. He finally managed to complete the poo/toilet combo! We are all very, very proud.

The talk has been poo all evening, as I am sure you can all imagine.
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Priyanka Khot said…
heartiest congratulations on the feat to dear Henry... and more to you and Jen
29 December 2008 at 22:09
Anonymous said…
Ooh well done Henry! What a star!

(I like the boat pics too)
29 December 2008 at 22:36
Sue said…
How wonderful! Congrats to all. A real milestone!
And he certainly looks like a true winner in the photo...he is more handsome everytime we see him!
29 December 2008 at 23:50
Anonymous said…
What a nice smile. Excellent.
29 December 2008 at 23:59
Anonymous said…
haha! an accomplishment for sure. i like the array of boat pictures as well :)
30 December 2008 at 04:13
Tash said…
woo-hoo! the simple joys of parenting. & that is such a cute photo fo him.
30 December 2008 at 15:59
USelaine said…
Such independence! When he learns how to boil an egg, he's one step away from getting his own apartment.
30 December 2008 at 19:36
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, oh but now we can’t get him OFF the toilet!

Jackie, no one rewards me when I go to the toilet. It’s so unfair...

Sue, a naughty winner.
5 January 2009 at 11:18
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, both of them have good smiles, I hope that life doesn’t knock it out of them!

Lori, it is that!

Tash, who would have thought that a simple poo would draw the family together?

USelaine, he is already ahead of an old flatmate of mine.
5 January 2009 at 11:19
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